I was making breakfast this morning, fried eggs and toast with jelly, trying to enjoy my "small" cup of coffee for the day, ready to sit down to eat since I am starving and he asked me to cut up his eggs and toast. I get up and reluctantly do it and then he asks for some juice to go with breakfast. I respond with "What, do you think I am your slave?" (as you can tell the coffee hadn't started working yet) and he replied "No. Mom you're not my slave, you are my servant."